Sam and Jake
Jake was a normal teenage boy. He'd just turned 18 and pretty much everything caused him to think of sex. If he wasn't thinking of sex, he was on his way to it. He jerked off a fair amount because it was fun and he could. He was usually left to his own devices when at home, and so had time to experiment with anything that turned him on...which was most anything. This week his Mom had been home from work on vacation, so his windows of opportunity to play outside of his room were almost non-existent.
Jake was a good looking kid - 'man', he thought to himself - and while he wasn't a jock, he thought that he had a good combo of muscles and height to attract women. Put that with sandy blond hair, a cheerful smile and good attitude, he was a real catch. At least that's what he told himself. His Mom agreed, and of course all Moms were unbiased, so it had to be true.
Jake was at this moment thinking of Susan, the girl he liked at school, stroking his dick while laying in bed. She was probably the hottest girl at school, which was a healthy part of why he liked her, but she seemed nice. He'd never talked to her of course, but talking was overrated. Speaking of hot, his bedroom was stifling. It was on the second floor where the heat seemed to collect any time it was hot. Stroking himself when sticky with sweat was not that fun, and he didn't have any lube so while his dick was hard, the wank session wasn't really working for him.
He gave up and put his swimsuit on. Better to get in the pool and swim some laps to cool off than frustrate himself with a substandard orgasm. Walking downstairs he looked for Sam, his Mom. She usually puttered around in the afternoon when she was off, but he couldn't see her anywhere. She'd probably gone out to run some errands. He smiled. That meant he had the whole house to himself.
Walking out the patio doors, he pushed his swim shorts down to his ankles and flipped them away with one foot. Skinny dipping was something he had recently discovered. Feeling the water caress his dick and balls as he swam was so refreshing and freeing he doubted it would ever get old.
The water was so cool as he dove in that it took his thoughts completely away from the frustrated jerkoff he'd abandoned in his room. As he lazily swam laps, the sun beating down on him, he thought of the last time he'd seen Susan at school.
He didn't share any classes with her, so he relied on spotting her in the halls between classes. A week ago he had seen her walking with some friends about 15 feet ahead of him. He couldn't help but stare at her butt, which was contained in a form fitting short skirt, and it took almost running into another student to wake him up. He had hoped no one saw him staring, but he doubted anyone would blame him. Her butt wasn't even her best feature.
Thinking of Susan's ass as she walked had the usual effect. Jake turned on his back to float and smiled and compared himself to a raft with a mast. Or a shark with a fin. Deserted island with one tree? There was no way he was going to miss out on a chance to jerk off in the pool. Not sanitary but that's what filters were for. He slowly slid his hand from the base of his dick to the tip, slowing down the further up he got. The water didn't make his dick any slippier but if he went slow it felt pretty good. He continued to dream of Susan, floating and stroking.
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Sam pulled her Volvo into the garage and jumped out. She was done running her errands and was looking forward to a quick dip in the pool before thinking about dinner for herself and her son, Jake. The afternoons got hot at this time of the year and keeping cool was a fight in and of itself. Grabbing her shopping bags from the trunk, she made her way through the garage into the kitchen and started putting groceries away.
She hummed as she went, trying to go quick. She was on vacation for a week before the real heat of the summer hit, which was working out well for relaxation time but not for intimacy time. She had intended to have the time off with her husband, Bill, but he had been called away on a last minute work trip. The trip wasn't unusual, but the timing sure did suck. It had only been two days and she was already missing him in every way.
Finishing up with the groceries, she went to her bedroom to change into a swimsuit. Just a modest one piece that was super comfortable and worn in. As she stripped her shorts off and unbuttoned her blouse, she glanced in the full length mirror mounted on the back of the closet door. She tried not to check herself out too often but the mirror made it hard not to. She'd just hit 42 last month and was starting to see some signs of her age. Her butt was bigger than it used to be but the shape was pleasing, at least Bill said so. She took off her bra, letting it fall off her arms into the laundry hamper. She massaged the underside of her breasts where they came into contact with the underwire in her bra. She hated bras but couldn't leave the house without wearing one, she'd put someone's eye out or cause a crash. Another Bill comment. He did like her breasts, and really, Sam couldn't blame him. They were a full, perky C cup but with nipples that resembled erasers when they got hard.
She pulled on her swimsuit and grabbed a towel from the closet. At the patio door she could see that her son was in the pool, but she didn't look very closely. Smiling, she put on sandals and sunglasses and grabbed the book she was currently reading.
As she stepped out of the house she called out, "Hi Jake, no school this afternoon?"
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Jake was panicking. He'd only just rolled over a minute ago after cumming in the pool when he heard his Mom call out to him. Had she seen him? Did he have to leave town in a fog of disgrace? His Mom was the last person he'd imagine to be okay with him jerking off where anyone could see. They had tall fences around the property so the neighbours weren't going to see anything but it wasn't the neighbours he was concerned about. He could never live it down if his mother had seen him. He floated and watched as she walked to a lounger and put her book, towel and sunglasses down. Was she mad? She didn't look mad.
"How's the water?" she called out, sunnily.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, she didn't sound mad either. But that didn't really let him off the hook. He glanced at his swim shorts a full 6 feet away from the pool edge where he'd sent them flying. "Nice!" he called back, while internally cursing his complacence in not keeping them in the pool with him at least. That way he could have just put them back on under the water and no one the wiser.
He watched as she kicked her sandals off and skipped to the water to dive in. Now was his chance. As she dove in Jake swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out while his Mom was still under water. He grabbed his shorts and stepped into them as fast as he could. His Mom usually did a few laps to start off with as well, so he should have time. As he finished pulling them up he turned around and was relieved to see her swimming overhand, almost to the other end. Heart beating in his chest he grabbed a towel and retreated to the house. She'd pick up on his awkwardness if he stuck around.
"Bye Mom," he called back, drying his hair.
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Sam didn't hear her son call out but did see him leave as she swam back. It was unusual for him to leave so quick, they liked to hang out in the pool together on hot afternoons. It wasn't yet as hot as it would become in a month, so she supposed he might not need to cool down as much yet.
As she did another lap she noticed something sticking to her arm. Moving over to the edge of the pool to hang on she lifted her arm closer to see what it was. Something stringy and white? What on earth. She used her other hand to wipe it off and it stuck to her hand as well. Shuddering in revulsion, she ducked under the water to give it a real rinse. What could it be? Having had a pool for a long time she thought she'd seen pretty much everything that ended up in it, but this was new. Coming back to the surface she saw one last string between her thumb and forefinger. She paused and brought it up to her nose to sniff. It smelled familiar but she couldn't place it. Flipping the sticky string off her hand, she lifted herself out of the pool. No sense in getting it on her suit.
As she padded back to her towel she pondered what it could be. Had Jake gotten some on him as well? Is that why he left? Why didn't he say anything about it? She dried off and sat down on the lounger to enjoy her book for a while.